With a major storm upon us, we slept in the car last night. I oohed and ahhhed over the lightening show, while Bella finally stopped jumping up at every roar of thunder. It was quite the night – we were rocked at times by the ever-present-but-now-stronger Oklahoma wind.
Unfortunately, I made a minor blunder while rearranging everything in the dark, and one duffle bag got let out in the rain. So this morning, the few RV-ers who passed by on their daily walk cast us nervous glances and gave us a wide berth.
Who could blame them? A lone, wild-haired woman, clad in pajamas and hiking boots as she sits on the ground on the edge of her dog’s cushion. Said dog sending them a deep-throated, look-out-she’s-just-on-her-first-cup-of-coffee warning growl. Underwear and shirts draped over anything handy to dry. I probably would not have not approach me either.
After the storm, a lovely morning. Chicken Creek Campground, Ten Killer Lake, Oklahoma.
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